“What time is it?” “Just after four. Tonho insisted that you eat before he does. Have a sandwich.” A ham and cheese on rye was waggled at her. Max snatched it and crawled out from under the bed without her normal grace. “Thanks.” “Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?” “Too much light. Messes up my REM cycle.” She munched away. “How is everyone doing?” “Hellebore is singing lullabies and honing her targeting on midnight elves. Raila isn’t pleased, but Danlorn doesn’t mind. He is napping and gurgling away.” The tray sitting on the dresser had a stack of ten sandwiches. “I will take those out to Tonho.” “Thanks. Though I have delivered their babies, trolls still make me uncomfortable.” Raven sighed. “They are just so damned big.” Max didn’t comment on it, she merely took the tray and headed down the stairs.
